Welcome to the Growery Message Board! You are experiencing a small sample of what the site has to offer. Please login or register to post messages and view our exclusive members-only content. You'll gain access to additional forums, file attachments, board customizations, encrypted private messages, and much more!
The room in which i grow is nearly white. The light escapes it, only through the cracks. The room is small, sophisticated, bright. But rather imitates the sun it lacks.
This corner gives me comfort. It is keen. But nevertheless, i reach for brighter A something of color, a sea of green. A chance eclipse, where purpose meets the darker.
The man outside the door will notice me. If only shown the perfect parts. And pull me from the others to be seen Or rather cut and take me a part.
But glad ill be when something not my own, will reach inside and tell me how I've done. Ive tried to touch the light, and so ive grown. The door opens. I remain. And so still, must, it is my home.
Threaded
Previous
Index
Next
Edit 
Reply 
CLEAN AND EASY STB TEK
HOW I GROW MY SHROOMS
